I love my Uncle Teddy, 'cause he's weird. He's like over forty, and he still lives with my grandmom and makes model airplanes in the basement. It's not like he's a total loser. He's got a master's in electrical engineering, and he works on radar or something for some big defense contractor in New Jersey. Dad says he makes more money than him and Mom combined, and he's always going to California or Hawaii to "test the systems." It's just that he never got married. Dad doesn't remember him ever even having a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Mom says it's because his mother castrated him psychologically. I think that means he's afraid of sex, but I can tell you, he's not afraid of sex with his favorite niece.

That's me. I'm Danielle. I'm the girl who likes to run around naked. I've done it at my school and around my neighborhood, and once, late at night, I walked into the Mini-Mart in nothing but a tank top and a floppy straw hat. Mom and Dad took me to a nude beach over the summer, which was awesome, but since school started again (I'm in seventh grade now), I haven't had a chance to indulge. It was Uncle Teddy who got me outside again, and he did it so that only a few people who saw me realized I was naked.

We got the idea about a week before Halloween. I was home alone when the doorbell rang. I was in my room, and needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I didn't have any clothes on. I'm not supposed to answer the door when Mom and Dad aren't home, but they told me Uncle Teddy might stop by. So I came down, pulling my bathrobe on, and tying the belt just as I opened the door. I was kind of pissed off. I'd just started to play with myself upstairs, and I didn't like being interrupted. But as soon as Uncle Teddy came in and got a look at me, I knew I could have some fun with him.

Uncle Teddy is a big guy, but he's not heavy. He had on jeans and tan work shoes and a leather pilot jacket (he's a pilot, too) with a fur collar. And he's got a nice black beard that's starting to turn gray.

"Hey, Squirt."

"Hi, Uncle Teddy."

"How's my little girl?"

"Not so little."

"I can see that."

He kissed me on the head, which he'd done before, and he rubbed my back through my robe, which he hadn't.

"Your Dad home?"

"They're not back yet."

Mom and Dad teach at the music school, and sometimes they don't get home till late.

"OK. I just wanted drop this off," he said. Uncle Teddy has all kinds of tools, and Daddy's always borrowing them. He handed me a red plastic box with a switch on it and a little plastic spot that looked like it might light up.

"What is it?"

"It's a stud finder," he said. "Your dad said he wanted to hang some pictures."

I put it on the coffee table.

"I should get going," he said.

"Aw, can't you stay a little bit?"
"I don't want to keep you. You look like you were about to take a bath."

"I was," I lied. "But I don't have to."

"OK, then."

He took off his jacket and sat on the sofa. I jumped on his leg, riding it like a horse, the way I did when I was little. Only, like I told him, I wasn't so little anymore. My left knee was tucked into his crotch. I hadn't tied my robe very tight — just an overhand knot — and it separated at the top, so he could see the middle of my chest. He knew I was naked under there. He reached around and gave me a rub low on my back, like he was being affectionate. Really, he was checking to see if I was wearing panties.

Which, of course, I wasn't.

He had on a green-plaid flannel shirt. It was nice and soft, and I rubbed it while we talked. He kept his hand on my back, like he was scared of going down farther. I hoped he would.

"You all set for Halloween?" he asked me.

"I guess."

"You don't sound too enthused. Don't you have a costume picked out?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Come on. When your father and I were your age, we planned our costumes for weeks. We never bought anything, either. It was all homemade."

"But it's boring. I'm tired of going out dressed like princesses and crap."

"Too much like kids' stuff?"

"Yeah."

I wriggled on his leg. We kept talking, pretending nothing was happening, but the rough denim felt good on my clitty. I was getting warm, and he must have felt how damp I was through his pants leg. He was getting bothered, too. I could tell by looking at his jeans.

He swallowed hard.

"Uh," he said. "If you had your choice, what would you go out as?"

"Lady Godiva."

"I like it!"

"Yeah, but Mom and Dad would never let me."

"Why not? Before you were born, once, they went to a party as Adam and Eve. They had on felt fig leaves and flesh-colored body stockings. We could do the same for you, with a long wig. We could tape up the hair strategically. In the dark people would think you're really ... really, uh..."

"Really naked?"

"Mm-hm."

Humping his leg had loosened my belt. My robe hung open more. Uncle Teddy was so cute. He pretended to cough, so he could move his head to the side and then glance back and peek at my little titties.

"If it's dark, why can't I just be naked?" I said.

"Because you'll be cold. Besides, you don't want to do take the chance."

"Why not? Nobody'll know."

"What — go into people's houses and ask for candy with no clothes on?"

"The wig'll cover everything up. And if somebody asks, 'Hey, are you really naked?' I'll brush the hair back and show them — like this."

And I got rid of the belt.

God, I must be a total perv. I love showing off my body, and I loved the look on Uncle Teddy's face when my robe came apart and he saw my pussy clamped to his leg. I still don't have any hair down there. Mom's right about him, though: girls freak him out. When Dad or the principal at my school see me naked, they're all over me. Poor Uncle Teddy just stared. The way he stared got me hot, but it was frustrating because he didn't do anything —except his hand finally slid all the way down to my ass.

I could see I was going to have to give him some encouragement. So I put my hand on the lump in his jeans.

"Wow," I said. "You're really hard."

"Dani, you shouldn't do that."

I rubbed him through his fly.

"You want me to stop?" I teased him.

His face was flame-red, and he was tongue-tied, but when I undid his belt and his zipper, he pushed my robe off my shoulders so he could see more of me. He was scared shitless, but he wanted it bad.

He was wearing boxers, and his dick popped up through the opening. It was nice — shiny and smooth. I rubbed it lightly with my open hand. I liked the way it flicked and twitched. Uncle Teddy did, too. A lot. I kissed him on his mouth. He kissed me back, on my face and my neck.

"Your beard tickles," I said. He licked my neck and my ear, and his beard tickled more, which got me more worked up. I closed my hand around his penis and pulled it slowly. He loved that.

"Know what we could do?" I said.

But he just looked at me, dazed by my hand around his cock. It was all up to me, but I liked being in charge.

I got off him, knelt between his legs, and pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees. He had enough smarts to lift his butt off the sofa, at least. His balls hung between his legs in a soft, mushy sack. I tickled them. I also leaned in and gave his penis a big, slurpy lick. That crushed him, so I put it in my mouth and wiggled my tongue around on that spot guys love. I learned about oral sex at school, sucking on my principal's giant cock, and I could tell, from the way Uncle Teddy's cock was twitching, that if I kept going, he'd be finished and I'd have a lot of sticky glue on my face.

I didn't want to waste it. So I stood up, letting the bathrobe fall to the floor, and climbed on his lap. I took his dick in my hand and pointed it up between my legs. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes were shiny, like he'd been crying. He couldn't believe what was about to happen. I swear I could hear his heart beating.

I lowered myself onto him. I was so wet from his leg that he went right in. I settled down, with my hands on his shoulders, and moved my butt around.

"Like that?" I said.

"Uh."

"Don't worry," I said. "I've done this before."

"I get that feeling," he said.

"You're funny."

I unbuttoned his shirt. He doesn't have any hair on his chest, like my Dad. I kissed him there. I moved my ass around in a circle. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. He has a nice cock. It's thicker than my Dad's, and I like the way it fills me up.

I took his hand and put his middle finger in my mouth, licking it all up and down and getting it all wet.

"Here," I said, and I moved his hand down to my pussy. He had to twist it around, but he got his finger in, and he rubbed my clitty in a tight circle. I could feel it swelling against his fingertip. He didn't rub too hard, maybe because he was nervous and afraid he'd hurt me, but it was nice. It was just enough to put me over the top.

"That feels good, Uncle Teddy," I said. "That feels ... Oh! Yeah! I like it. Do it more! Do it more!"

It was a quiet one, but deep. It went all up my back and down my legs, tightening me all over, curling my toes and clenching my asshole. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed down on his cock. He pushed back, and we were really fucking, instead of me just riding him. He got into it, moving his hips and loving the way my wet pussy stroked his cock. He looked so surprised. I don't think he ever thought anything could feel so good, and I loved being the one who got to show him that pussy rules. It paid him back for all the ice cream cones and the plane rides.

"I love you, Uncle Teddy."

He pushed his dick into me as far as it could go and held it there, like he was nosing his plane up and stalling. We hung in the air, waiting to fall. Then he pulled back, a tiny bit, and filled me up with his come. His cock jerked and twitched, and his juice shot out in warm, thick gobs. There was a ton of it, like he'd been saving it up all his life. I squeezed him with my pussy, and that wrung him out some more and got me coming again. Oh, so good.

I fell onto his chest, panting and shivering.

"Hey," he said suddenly. "I've got it."

"What."

"What you can go out as."

"Huh?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. I was still dizzy from coming.

"Dracula."

It was the weirdest thing. I could barely move, but he was all bright and chatty, like fucking his niece was some kind a brainstorming tool. Now that his wiener was empty, his mind was clear, and he could move on to the next thing.

"God," I said, "you're such a dork!"

Then we heard Mom and Dad pulling up in the car, and we had to get dressed fast.